Friday, March 17, 2006

On the train from Dublin to Cork, 27 April, 2005, thinking of home

He discovers Ireland is flat as Barbados
and green as a Berbice paddy.
He wonders how many sheep it takes to mow these hills.

He thinks, this place could do with a few volcanoes.


Scott McLemee says, "Kiss Me, I Might Be Irish".

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